A Sonnet of Irony

By Rbe Pramono

I breathe thy breath and sip the wine of thy lips
the flow of pain from vein then slowly drains
for love and ecstasy the wounds do slain
to roof of feelings all the memory leaps
with needled pebbled way the path does bend
leaving all the wishes to pieces to crack
and our whole world into the deepest vault to pack
a sign, the sand castle we build suddenly ends
the drops of rain bring us to the darkest chamber of mist
and thus chilled the hills with dust of flames
when I sip thy lips and drown so deep
so let us fly and get our souls twist
be the clouds with joyous grief playing the games
a flash of ages we save before we sleep

May 29th, 2012
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Rbe Pramono. A poet, lives in Yogyakarta.

So..

By Melly Syafiie

Let me grow as myself,
love..

Let me glow as the sun,
Let me as the scent of jasmine,
Let me rise as doves,

Until..
I can see
able to interpret,
the other side of a path of life..
...
..

Jakarta, 2012
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Melly Syafiie. Lives in Jakarta.

Dimming Hope

By Rbe Pramono

Gone the days, come along the nights
the wind scatters away
tranquility torn apart
so tiny pieces becomes
silence swallows 'em and leaves hollow
see bodies buried on the ground, shallow
creating red ponds in the descent hearts
no more tears
emptied by miseries
agony is the air to breathe
life and death
lost and glory
dream and reality
are but twins with a mirror between
and thine
and mine
are but invisible dust
never does it stay in hand

Gone the days, come along the nights
no border traces
no country stays
search no more,
but a dimming hope in the middle of gloom
for love is tugged from the very parlor of our hearts

Kaki Merapi, Oktober 2011
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Rbe Pramono. Lives in Yogyakarta.

On the Morning of Christ's Nativity

By John Milton

It was the winter wild,
While the heaven-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature, in awe to him,
Had doffed her gaudy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the Sun, her lusty Paramour.

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John Milton (9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674) was an English poet, polemicist, a scholarly man of letters, and a civil servant for the Commonwealth (republic) of England under Oliver Cromwell. He wrote at a time of religious flux and political upheaval, and is best known for his epic poem Paradise Lost. (Wikipedia.org)

Fading Joy

By Rbe Pramono

The sky is dark and cold and gloom
and thy fragrance of love to the mist disperses;
Slowly our memories creep out of the room
where once united our two universes.
Flirting my soul with thy fading smiles,
the moon launches my senses to the emptiness.
Shall I bridge the distance of a thousand miles
and bring thee back to swim in the sea of madness?
Tonight thou come to my silent rim;
oh sweet rose, I lost the wind thou breeze,
it slips away and come what may.
Hence, through the leaves I whisper my dream
and let the bees thy crimson joy squeeze
and bequeath this love to dim light to slay

Yogyakarta, November 29, 2011
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Rbe Pramono. Lives in Yogyakarta.

After the Death

By August Suhardono

Always a surprise
that bring memories to follow, the light flickering.
Why did they enter it. Like a blurry picture television spots.
Silently dripped gently on an electric substation.

Slowly go without knowing in a twilight of the rainy season
the leaves are still not want to say hello.
They are like a sheet of paper which scratched from an old record.
Many of the names listed in a quiet, cool.

Still available to enjoy the beauty of your days
but the shadows were more real than the tired bodies.
The cowboys of the hero does not really matter anymore
shelter behind all the power and arrogance.

November 6, 2011
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August Suhardono. Lives in Jakarta.

The Last of October

By Ratih Ayu

The more lights up and up...
hit the self can not stand.
Last week of October.
Bang calling.
I still blinked my eyes.
The world was too quiet, not wanting
looking for loopholes
where the voices of tired
peeking around the horizon.

October 25, 2011
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Ratih Ayu. A student, lives in Jakarta.

Light

By Sitok Srengenge

For you perhaps my attended just fictitious, though I’m not far from you
I dwell inside, is like a fire that animates the furnace
For you can be anything you want, I hope you did not hesitate my attend

Every time I watch outstretched wings that overlay an area of the universe
Translucent hands touching objects so bright
Despite the love, hate and lies, always as ephemeral mirage

I glory in the heart, in thought I was intelligent, in a follow-me beauty
I'm pointing the way, my spark of hope. Uncover the veil of knowledge,
explain my understanding. Relieve my footsteps to freedom
I'm light, making it a virtual muddy, give love

I was the rainy season, weeping bitterly begging sun series
I weather the night, the moon shined bright for the clamp
Shoots like a yearning, I swerved to reach you in vain
Flattery the body, snap soul, until one day I was devastated after dusk

True light radiating from within
Bright light outside only faint reflections
If your eyes closed universe dark
Undoubtedly an expert body when the light goes out

May 26, 2011
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Sitok Srengenge. The famous poets. Live in Jakarta.